Please Deliver Us, John Lackey, From Second Place

It’s our third game in a span of roughly 24 hours. Only this one means much, much more. Because we don’t want to fall much further down the ladder in the East. And as I’ll be taking in this game from my office, every Lackey walk, surrendered home run, or missed scoring opportunity for the Sox will likely result in me threatening a co-worker. And I just don’t need to deal with that today.

So let’s have a win. In fact, how ’bout an easy one. A laugher. I’ll take that.

Oh Emmm Geee - this is the worst offensive 3 game stretch since 1974? The Second worst since 1917? Does anyone see any Red Flags?

Okay Tito - you and Pedey drink Green Tea and play cribbage while the sleepybat spell is continuing to spread.

I am not a hard-ass but someone has to give a little bit of a shit about this - huh?

I guess we have to stop and realize, this is Boston after all. The place that brought you the 'Original Tea Party', Bunker Hill', Paul Revere', Kennedy Politics', Mumbles Menino' and 'The Big Dig' <(ouch).